[HP]Helen Pan

Sitting in the Gryffindor stands, I felt like I was going to be drowned in that sea of ​​red and yellow.Everyone looked at me like they were looking at a monster. Neville's expression was almost shocking when he saw me. He kept looking at me and even forgot to look at the road. He almost tripped over the bench twice.

"Helen." Neville patted my shoulder, "Excuse me, but...but I always thought that I was the only one who could wear the wrong clothes and wear the wrong scarf!" His little brown eyes blinked, with some The freckled face looks naive.

I subconsciously reached out and flicked the Slytherin scarf around my neck. This thing was just given to me by Draco unwrapped from his neck, and it still had some body temperature and the smell of his cologne.

Before I could say anything, Hermione who was sitting next to me gave me a wink.Then she gave Neville a hand and moved him aside, "Neville, go and sit in your seat quickly! lest you forget where you are in a while."

"I heard that women in love have no IQ, so it's true." Hermione gave me a blank look, and then turned her gaze back to the arena. The arena waved to everyone.

I smiled apologetically at Hermione, squinting my eyes trying to see who Draco was among the fireworks and confetti.To be honest, it's not that I don't know how stupid I am.

But what can be done?

What if your boyfriend is going to an intercollegiate football game and he just wants me to sit in the stands and watch the game and he doesn't want me to be a cheerleader!As a lover, what reason do you have to reject his simple request?

Harry flew low over the Gryffindor stands with his broomstick, and it was almost like a spark that instantly detonated the Gryffindor stands.Harry has almost a natural ability to control the flying broomstick, and he has to admit that when he is riding the broomstick, the confident eyes make people think that he is the king who is inspecting his territory.

"Hey."

Someone patted me on the shoulder, and when I turned around, I saw Luna standing behind me wearing an exaggerated lion-shaped hat, looking at me expressionlessly.

"You're wearing a Slytherin scarf, so why cheer for Gryffindor?" Luna's skin was extraordinarily fair, and she always looked a little nervous when she said something with a serious face.

I put down my raised hands, restrained the excited expression on my face a little, and replied with the same seriousness, "I am a Gryffindor student, of course I must support our college team!"

"Is that so?" Luna was still serious, she flicked my scarf with her hands, "What about this one?"

"Friendship first, competition second. Although I seldom watch Quidditch matches, I feel that although we and Slytherin belong to two houses, we are both students of Hogwarts, aren't we?" I, too, say this rhetoric that sums up international sportsmanship with all seriousness.

Luna didn't respond immediately after hearing my answer. She turned her head and looked ahead as if thinking, and then said thoughtfully, "I never thought that the relationship between Gryffindor and Slytherin has always been bad. You can think like that."

Hermione quickly turned her head and stared at me as if hitting a ghost. After a long time, she moved the corners of her mouth with a half-smile, "Thank you for being able to say it." Neville, who was sitting a little far away from me, might have heard it too. Speaking of me, he stood up excitedly, and said loudly, "Helen! You are so naive! Slytherins are a group of insidious and cunning guys, they will not be like you think!" In the following time, Neville clenched his fists and began to lash out at Slytherin for his obscenities.

Hermione sat down helplessly, resting her chin on her hands and staring straight ahead, no longer looking in our direction.I silently looked at Neville whose cheeks were starting to turn red, and thought silently in my heart - the one who is so naive, it should be Neville...

"Hey! How did I never know you were such a sportsman before?"

Michael squeezed through the boiling crowd with popcorn in his hands.He waved to Luna and sat down next to me.After glancing at me, he chomped down on a mouthful of popcorn while imitating my tone of belittling Liverpool for Manchester United, an embarrassing hole in the ground.

Luna and Michael, the ex-boyfriend, didn't feel embarrassed when they met. They smiled politely and nodded before walking to a more front seat.

The whistle blew to mark the start of the game, and players from both teams were flying all over the field.On the rostrum, Lee Jordan explained the game enthusiastically, but unlike football games, there is no enlarged screen here, only wanton cheers and howling north wind.So as much as I tried to see the game clearly, I still couldn't tell who those people were flying around the field...

I tightened the scarf around my neck and grabbed a handful of popcorn from Michael and popped it into my mouth.I just realized that the scarf that Michael is wearing now is not the blue and bronze color of Ravenclaw, it is actually a silver-green scarf of Slytherin!

"What are you doing here?" I reached out and tugged at his scarf, then lifted his collar to make the scarf tighter so that it looks warmer.

Michael squinted at me, and then glanced at Neville, who was tirelessly explaining my innocent behavior to other students beside Hermione, "When I woke up this morning, I felt that you must be unlucky today, and then from the crystal ball I saw your appearance here, and then I thought that my brother should be in trouble..." After speaking, his eyes returned to Neville, "But now it seems that my worries are unnecessary, as expected Your parents' daughter is really sharp."

The cold wind made my cheeks a little stiff, I sniffed, and then the corners of my mouth twitched uncontrollably, "My good brother has nothing to say!" I patted Michael on the shoulder vigorously.

My mother was right, friendship is always more reliable than love.

Ron wasn't doing as well as he could, and although I don't know much about the Quidditch rules, I could see him constantly leaking the ball into his own goal.But that didn't matter, because Harry caught the Snitch and Gryffindor won the game anyway.

Sometimes, the power of love is not as great as described in Muggle novels.

Although I sat in the arena and cheered for Draco, he still couldn't catch the Snitch before Harry.When he flew past me on a broomstick, I saw Draco sneak a glance at me, his eyes looked a little lonely, and his face was stiff with embarrassment.

I did my best to smile at him, and if I could, I wanted to tell him that my opinion of him would never change just because he wasn't good at sports.But the muscles on his face were blown by the cold wind like frozen meat just taken out of the refrigerator, completely uncontrollably stiff, and Draco had already landed when I laughed completely.

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